This is a song about "Bastard son crying mother"

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Compare me too that bastard pot head

See thats a hazard

Because your a sick bastard

There's children dying and i am crying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

You said carl sucked my dick and you heard a cry? yeah that was your mother crying

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

When mother lost's her son what's her pain.....

You get your ass kicked you ignorant bastard

It's a fools fatewithout your word